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Copyrighted 1917 



JUL 30 1917 

©01. A 4? 0464 



'^HE golden rays of morning sun 

Are burnishing the East; 
Come! wake, ye laggards, and enjoy 
Fair Nature's glorious feast! 

Each morn a fresh beginning is; 

Our yesterdays are past; 
Let's gather sunshine, while we may. 

It can't forever last! 



^ 4Jralrle Vision 

^fJ^ILES on miles of level prairies. 

Stretch before my vision broad. 
Breathes of freedom, boundless freedom. 
Shows the handiwork of God! 

Not a tree, and not a mountain. 
Nothing to obstruct one's view; 

Earth's all carpeted with emerald. 
Vaulted o'er with sky of blue! 

Flowers grow in thick profusion. 
Gold and purple, pink and white. 

And the perfume from their blossoms. 
Fill my soul with keen delight! 



':\ 43ralrle portrait 

"YARLY morn on the prairies! what artist could 
paint it? 

The gold and the purple, the crimson, the blue. 
The mists slowly rising, the darkness receding. 

Chased back by bright colors of every known hue! 

The dew in the meadows is glistening like diamonds. 
The air is as sweet as a rose newly born. 

While the wheat is fast turning to yellow, so golden. 
Interspersed with its broad fields of emerald corn! 

The sunflower bright to the east now is facing. 
As tho it would worship its namesake, I ween. 

While the brook, singing low on its way to the ocean. 
Takes on a bright color of silvery sheen! 



Mil? 3feart'5 (TalUits for ^ou 

^UT In the land where the sunflower grows. 

Where the sun always shines, 
Where the wind always blows. 
Where the air's always sweet; 
Where the sky's always blue — 
Oh! fair sunny Kansas, 
My heart's calling for you! 

Here in the city 'midst dust, and 'midst smoke, 

Where the day after pay 

We're always dead broke. 

Where all's chasing the dollar. 

Where real friends are few, 

I'm homesick for Kansas, 

My heart's calling for you! 



'^\ SUMMER shower we had to-day. 

The flowers are smiling everywhere! 
The birds still sing, while on the wing, 
"The world is fair! The world is fair!' 

The sky is flecked with clouds of gold, 
(Such beauty is, indeed, most rare!) 

While breezes blow, and whisper low, 
"The world is fair! The world is fair!' 

All Nature seems to be at peace; 

The bees are humming here and there; 
At work all day they seem to say, 

"The world is fair! The world is fair!' 

When trouble seems to fill all space. 
When life is filled with woe and care. 

May we, too, sing like birds on wing, 
"The world is fair! The world is fair!' 



Sprlngi 



"^HE greatest land beneath the sun 
Is Kansas In the spring; 
Whene'er I see a morn like this. 
My heart and lips both sing. 

No sky so blue as Kansas skies. 
No breeze so sweet as this; 

It woos the color to my cheeks. 
As does my sweetheart's kiss! 



Western l^ansas 

^ESTERN Kansas in the spring- 
Is the prettiest spot, I jing! 
Underneath the skies; 
Streams all flowin'. 
Grasses growin'. 
Just one glad surprise! 

Wish I were an artist born, 

I would paint the fields of corn; 

Every stalk a king. 

Wheat's a-comin'. 

Bees a-hummin'. 
Birds are on the wing! 

You folks crowded in the city 
Certainly deserve our pity; 
We with room to spare. 

Come! we'll meet you! 

Come! we'll greet you! 
We will treat you fair! 



Autumn jOa'^s 



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QH, the glories of the forest on these bright autum- 
nal days. 
When colors on the leaves surpass the rainbow's 

beauteous rays; 
When tang of burning stalk and leaf is borne upon 

the air, ^' 

No scene mid cycle of the year can to these days ^ 

compare. 



VI 



^LOUDS of gray, clouds of gray. 

Gentle breezes blow away. 
Bid the blue sky come again. 
Sunshine take the place of rain. 

Sunshine bright, sunshine bright. 
Sets this old gray world aright. 
Makes life once again worth while. 
Every face is now a-smile! 

Happy day! Happy day! 
Winter now has turned to May! 
Every heart throbs wild with bliss. 
Thrills me as my sweetheart's kiss! 



All's !^l3^t In liansas 

^jJ^HEN it rains out here in Kansas, 
It rains all right! 
It commences in the morning, 
And rains till late at night. 
It fills the earth with moisture. 

Starts every stream to flow. 
And farmers all begin to talk 
About an overflow! 

When it's dry out here in Kansas, 

It's dry all right! 
And men, who feared an overflow. 

Quit early in the fight! 
Instead of sticking to their post. 

And winning by their might. 
They get a bad case of cold feet. 

And quit the game from fright! 



When it's hot out here in Kansas, 

It's hot all right! 
The sun shows up, a ball of fire. 

And puts us all to flight 1 
It simmers us, and sizzles us 

Until we're well-nigh dead; 
We're scared, and so we holler out,^ 

"There'll be no wheat for bread!' 

When we harvest here in Kansas, 

We harvest all right! 
The wheat crop is astonishing. 

The corn crop's "out of sight!" 
We send a call to eastern states, 

A call to send us men 
To gather in our bumper crops. 

And all's serene again! 



^6 J\.$tra p^v ^sfera 

"^O the stars thru dliBcultles, Kansas fair was 
given birth. 

To a million shackled bondmen. Freedom gave, and 
it was worth 

All the bloodshed and the horror of the days now 
long gone by. 

While our praise and our thanksgiving's wafted up- 
ward toward the sky. 

We have made from out a desert, gardens wondrous 

to behold. 
Corn and wheat and famed alfalfa brot to us a 

flood of gold; 
Modern homes, with schools and churches, shady 

groves and flowers fair, 
Greet our vision to the westward; ne'er a scene 

that can compare. 



Freedom here was given birthright; now it's grown 

to manhood strong, 
Courage gives to hearts of weaklings, crushes out 

Oppression's wrongs. 
We have dared where others faltered; laws we've 

made to guard our young, 
"Do and dare," we've made our slogan. Praise is 

now on every tongue. 

Peace instead of tribulation; wealth instead of long, 

lean years. 
Crops are bounteous; harvests bumpers; courage 

reigns instead of fears. 
It was worth the long, long struggle, but we stayed 

and now we've won. 
So we'll sing the praise of Kansas, greatest state 

beneath the sun. 



'J^ANSAS, where they hatch out things. 
That make our nation great. 
Has had more jokes poked at her name 

Than any other state. 
Away back in the '60s 

'Twas Kansas led the fight 
That freed a miUion bondmen. 
And gave them equal right. 

'Twas Kansas led the mighty war 

Against John Barleycorn; 
Far out in Sunny Kansas 

Prohibition's cause was born. 
A million slaves again were freed — 

The ballot won this fight; 
Our gathered forces bravely stood 

For purity and right. 



The women's cause we next espoused; 

They helped to build our state; 
Without our mothers and our wives 

No country could be great. 
We deemed they, too, should have a voice 

In formulating laws; 
They, too, should have their way, we thot. 

In every worthy cause. 

Our Pure Food laws were ridiculed 

By all our sister states; 
They thot we certainly were bug! 

And slyly tapped their pates! 
But now they, too, have dropped in line; 

They've followed out our plan; 
On drinking cups and roller towels 

Their laws have placed a ban. 

Our slogan is to "Do and DareT 

We merit it — we're game! 
All ridicule we bravely stood; 

It won us more than fame. 
Then, Liberty or Rights at stake. 

Our State leads all the rest; 
We will not compromise with wrong; 

We want the very best! 



Kansas Ifas 3t ::ail 

'^j^ANSAS has more wind, I jing. 
Than 'most any other thing, 
'Less it be her crops; 

Winter, summer, spring, or fall. 

Seldom ever quits at all. 
Hardly ever stops I 

Kansas has more sand than some, 
(That's what thinks the "newly-come,") 

But we need the grit! 
Little sand mixed with your food. 
Same as fed your poultry brood. 

Makes a "never-quit!" 

Kansas has more boosters, too. 
Men who're always found true blue. 

When we need them most! 
Greatest place to make your home. 
When you wish no more to roam. 

Found twixt coast and coast. 



^^^mJu"^ ^r"" ^'""^ '" Kansas along in summer time 
When thermometers commence to jump instead 
of slowly climb? 
A cloud would show up in the south and cover half 
the sky; 

We'd gamble it would surely rain, we'd think it was 
no lie. 

We'd hustle In the new mown hay, we'd roll the rain 

barrel out. 
And tubs we'd gather from the shed to place beneath 

^ the spout; 
We'd gather in our new hatched chicks for fear that 

they might drown; 
And when we'd finished we would wait to watch the 

rain come down. 

The wind would come in fitful gusts, our windows 

then we'd close. 
And Ma would holler to us kids, "Come in, you'll 

wet your clothes." 
And then we'd stand and wait for it to splash against 

the pane; 
It wasa regular Kansas shower without one drop of 



ram. 



>R?estlan6 

T LOVE the sweep of Westland, 
When sun Is beaming down 
On prairies — be they carpeted 
With emerald or with brown. 

I love her Spring-time zephyrs. 
With scent of Spring-time flowers. 

Her wooded dells, her flowing streams 
'Mid Nature's hidden bowers. 



I love her fearless people, 

I love their hand-clasp strong. 

Their courage rare that bid them dare 
To right oppressor's wrong. 

To Westland — boundless Westland, 
I drink this toast to you — 

A leader in all Righteousness, 
May all your dreams come true. 



^ 3farvesl: Jpra^er 

^OD of the harvest, we thank thee 

For the bountiful crops thou hast given; 
Early and late we have labored and prayed; 
Day after day we have striven; 
Now our reward we are reaping; 
To you our prayers now ascend; 
List! on our lips are Thanksgivings 
To Thee — Our Father, Our Friend. 



5PRINGTIME out here on the Plains 
Certainly Is pretty. 
Wouldn't trade one day of It 
For six months in your City. 

Air Is pure and sweet and clean. 
Sky of sapphire blue. 
Come and visit us a while. 
And you'll say so, too. 

Flowers bloomin' long the road, 
Flllln' it with beauty. 
Makes a fellow want to shirk 
'Bout half of his duty. 



^it T5\:)i5 €ourdr^ of ^Dellg^l 

'^UST a level stretch of prairie 
Greets my vision as I write. 
Thorns and thistles ever bristle 
In this Country of Delight. 

Here the winds are ever blowing. 
Blowing day and blowing night; 

Never ceases but increases 
In this Country of Delight. 



Here the air Is never tainted. 

Here the sun Is always bright; 
All Is quiet, there's no riot 

In this Country of Delight. 

Here Is freedom, boundless freedom. 

That which makes the world look bright; 

Each man's free, there's no hard master 
In this Country of Delight. 

Come, and leave your crowded cities. 

So much wrong there's mixed with right; 

Come, enjoy God-given freedom 
In this Country of Delight. 



Mature 5 fi or trail 

'^AN ocean of green greets my eyes as I write 

As billows upon the wide sea. 
Alfalfa and wheat with their perfume more sweet 
Than the far-famed magnolia tree. 

The bright sky above as of sapphire bends low 
As tho 'twere caressing the scene 
While the haze in the distance adds beauty and worth 
With its wavering, silvery sheen. 

The soft breeze from the south now caresses my brow, 

'Tis as pure and as sweet as a kiss; 

I wish I were artist, no further I'd seek 

For there's no scene more lovely than this. 



IKansas >il?eaU^ 

^Jl^E people out in Wheat land 
Are feeling fit and fine; 
The wealth we gather from our crops 
Is richer than a mine; 
Why then hike off to foreign climes 
To prospect there for gold. 
When in the soil of Kansas fair 
Are riches yet untold. 

Our men are built of sturdy stuff. 

It looked a losing game 

But those who stuck and fought it out 

Have won a Nation's fame. 

We furnish bread to feed the world. 

We furnish homes for those 

Who care to change the cities' strife 

For comfort and repose. 



T^ ^oa65l6e Scene 

^TJRAIRIE apples are in blossom, 
^ With their mellow, golden hue. 
While beside in modest silence. 
Smiles the violet's face of blue. 

Meadow lark with baby birdlings 
Has her home 'neath pampas plume. 

And the yellow on her waistcoat's 
Stolen from the apple bloom. 

Locust blossoms long the roadside 
Shed an odor rich and rare; 

Heavy is the air with perfume 
From the apple, plum and pear. 

Oh, it's great to just be living 
In these days of springtime fair; 

Let's forget all strife and discord. 
Cast aside our fears and cares. 



^Evening 



'^HE vesper bells are ringing; 

The birds have ceased their singing. 
And peace now hovers over every home! 
The day of labor's ended. 
And gold and blue are blended 

In skies that have the hue of ocean foam! 



WALKENHORST PRINTING CO 
KANSAS C:TY mo. 



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